Blame the snow

Right now I'm wasting my days away watching 'The Wire' on DVD - "ain't no thing" - and wondering whether today will be the day where I finally punch someone in the face for saying, "you need to learn german."

I haven't written anything meaningful since ... wait, I've never written anything meaningful. Whatever, even though I live in a region which had it's lowest snowfall in something like 50 years, I still managed to spend the winter carving up the slopes and harassing the tourists. This prevented me from concentrating on my writing.

It did.

Really.

As a result you were deprived of witty commentary from me on the world tour finals, the Davis Cup final, the Australian Open, Jurgen Melzer's smoldering turd of a performance against Jeremy Chardy in the world group tie between France and Austria ...